I have read and reread Luke’s familiar Christmas narrative this afternoon and I am struck by how something so familiar can spawn a fresh thought — almost as though I had just missed a part of the story that has always been in plain sight!
I heard the bells on
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat, Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
And in despair I bowed my head;
‘There is no peace on earth,” I said;
“For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
By the time this issue hits the streets, we will have consumed the Thanksgiving turkey, logged more than a hundred hours watching football, strung the Christmas lights everywhere, and spent considerable time making “to do” lists.
Thanksgiving continues to be my favorite holiday. It is one of the few institutions left to us that hasn’t been hijacked by wacky groups who seem to be against most everything Americans have held dear for the past 300 years.
Fall is definitely in the air at long last, and we have just had several days of cold weather, really cold weather, a blessed relief from those 90 plus degree days that persisted even as the calendar inched closer to Thanksgiving!
As if I needed one more thing on my plate this fall, I agreed to teach a ladies Bible study on Wednesday mornings. This is so not the first time in my life that I thought, “Oh, I can handle that” on top of about a million other things.
Judging by my Facebook newsfeed, October has definitely been the season for celebrating Grandparents’ Day in every school across the South.
Charles and I have a blended and prolific tribe of 13 grandchildren, but it seems the older ones have outgrown that ritual.
Twitter World was on fire last week.
There is nothing new in that. It is always a repository of vitriol and name calling.
I do not in my heart of hearts believe that the majority of Americans are represented by the tweeters, but I find it interesting to scroll through the comments from time to time.